Category Archives: Poetry

Driving to See Mom

“Have you had food this morning?” “Nothing yet,unless the 8-cup pot of coffee counts.”When you say “I can tell,” I am upseta bit – “I must be hyper,” I announce.But that is really query – did I pounceon you or … Continue reading

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Spat

Prepared to disagree with me again,it still annoys but doesn’t cause me grief.I gather facts and cogitate, and whenI speak you say that isn’t your belief,as if it’s faith that has to form your chiefposition. But I’ve seen you comprehendnear … Continue reading

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Small Irks

I won’t resent the recent clumsy actof some unthinking new co-resident,who hauled the bins that weren’t emptied back.I won’t resent. And though I’m told that my four neighbors meantto reimburse me promptly and exactfor common bills I paid, for all … Continue reading

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Prophylaxis

We had some heavy storms last winter here.I took on water under one deck door,and western window trim has softened wherethe rain hit sideways. Underneath my floorI think some puddling water pooled, and more –my eastern wall of brick was … Continue reading

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Stanzas

The poetry won’t always be profoundor inspirational, if daily writ.Epiphanies and insights don’t abound,but there’s no dearth of things appropriateto notice, whether weather or the soundof body politic or intimate.For even when I don’t have much to say,I pen a … Continue reading

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After Removal

The green above my cottage was removed,that leafed from scrawny trees and barred the waythe neighbors need for new construction, who’vethe right and are polite. I have to say,the absence of those limbs and leaves improvedthe look outside and light … Continue reading

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Pub Trans Pilgrimage

I wanted to be home last night, insteadof riding Muni with the somnolent,and shuffling trains to arrow toward my bedamid some screamers with bizarre intent.I didn’t want to wait so long to treadmy path (the bus was late and slow). … Continue reading

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The Trees Still Stand

The trees still stand, but they’ll soon go awayto make room for the A.D.U. that’s plannednext door. The saw incurs a short delay.The trees still stand. My neighbors have decided to expandtheir dwelling space – of course I said okay.I … Continue reading

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3 Cup Limit

I really don’t mind exiting at 10to walk an hour to a heated bed,where facial lotions will be stroked and whenmy body will relax from toes to head.There’s time enough before I leave my dento read and post and stretch … Continue reading

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Early in October

A neighbor’s light was on at 4 a.m.,but I stayed in my sheets till nearly 6.An hour later there’s a diademof lampshine from above her, that predictsthe students there are readying to mixwith others in a Monday college class.But still … Continue reading

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